Swept Away

For far too long I was high and dry Bending stiffly like a skyscraper, Head and shoulders above it all, Touching the sky perhaps but Stretched to the breaking point And still not in control… The light of self-importance Was all I ever really saw, So elevated was my viewpoint. Never before was I light like a balloon Or enveloped by a cloud For whom direction has no meaning And whose height is an abstraction… Both as meaningless as politics, Control, intellect, beauty or money. But now I'm swept away Caught by the current, Bobbing in the waves, But still blowing bubbles, Riding an avalanche Of new fallen, unsettled snow, Though I am feeling no pain, Fear and cold of no consequence, New life by breathing in love, Comforted, covered by love, Found only in Love’s immediacy, The moisture of Love’s breath. Brian Johnston, August 28, 2015